Monday, August 19, 2013

A week ago Saturday a bunch of us
provided safety boat coverage for the Point to LaPointe Open Water Swim.It seemed like a reunion of blog characters
with the VOR, Gurney Granny, CleanDeckKate, GreenThumbChef, Podman,
KingOfIronwoodIsland, Professor LIchen, ManFromSnowyLegs, and RangerMark all
crawling out of bed at dark o'clock to make the safety meeting at 7am under the
big Willow tree on Trek & Trail beach in Bayfield. There were plenty of local folks in kayaks as
well and over 400 swimmers registered with 38 safety boaters in the mix.The weather was beautiful, cool and dry, and
the lake started out placid with no wind at all.That would change a bit by mid race as we
shall see.

The start is always impressive
and the sound of 400 people splashing through the water at once is some audio
that can only be heard at a unique event such as this.Swimmers are all wearing bright neon swim
caps which really helps the safety folks keep track of everyone.In the end our mission is just that, to keep
track of everyone and make sure that tired, cold, or cramped up swimmers are
taken care of by the power boat crews and their medical staff.Kayakers are given zones that correspond the
five large orange buoys that mark the course and we are supposed to unfold like
an accordion as the lead swimmers cover the two miles to LaPointe on Madeline
Island.On the back end, the folks in
charge of the sweep are making sure the last swimmer is covered and that the
cordon of safety boats slowly closes up and heads for Madeline Island.The lead swimmers cover the distance in
roughly 45 minutes. The course is shut down at 10pm, two and a half hours after
the start. Forty five minutes into the
swim, when the leaders were stepping out of the water was also about the time
the wind and current kicked up with interesting yet predictable results.

Those big orange buoys are
tethered to the bottom, a bottom that is over 100' down in a couple of
instances, by a cable and anchor.They
provide a rough guide for swimmers as they cross the channel. When the wind and
current pick up they will drift.The
primary function of the kayaks is safety; the majority of time however is spent
making sure the swimmers are headed for Madeline Island and not Basswood Island
or Ashland.The north to south current
this year made for many Ashland bound swimmers.

I'm a lousy swimmer but a guy who
can get stay afloat and get from point A to B most of the time.I did complete the Mile Swim BSA in Boy
Scouts but that was during Lyndon Johnson's administration.Unlike we Scouts following a rowboat for a
mile, alternating between crawl, backstroke, and side stroke, these swimmers
were focused on one stroke and kept swimming relentlessly. Once the current
started the relentless swimming continued, just not always in the direction of
the finish line.There are a number of
techniques for getting folks back on course.Most of the competitors have goggles and many also have earplugs.Yelling does not work worth a damn.Pounding on the side of the kayak can work
but the best way to get a person's attention is to poke them with a paddle, a
technique that race director Scott Armstrong refers to as being kayaked.All are startled, some are pissed. We then
explain that if they continue in their present mode they will circle back to
Bayfield; we point toward the finish line, a goal that we paddlers with our
eyes 30" above the water can see clearly.About a quarter mile from the finish line, a linemarked with balloons, banners, and cheering
spectators, I poked a guy and pointed to the finish line and asked him if he
could see it."I can't see
anything, my goggles are fogged up".Hmmmmm.Maybe take em off?I asked another guy how he made sure he was
going in a straight line."I just
key on the splashes of the guy in front of me.The theory of lemmings blithely jumping off a cliff had been debunked
but the idea of distance swimmers following each other, perhaps in a circle is
apparently alive and well.I found that
if I aimed 17' of brightly colored fiberglass at the finish line like an arrow
that worked the best for the swimmers to key on.I would then paddle alongside for awhile and
that seemed to work.Once I moved on to
the next group of swimmers though, all bets were off.

I've had fun with this little
story and have had fun with the race for the last several years as well.There is no way in hell I could swim two
miles, and I applaud everyones effort.As
my buddy Eric Iverson pointed out, the guy that finished dead last still beat
everyone that didn’t swim, including Eric and I. For the most part the swimmers
navigate the crossing without muchtrouble and although the main pack tends to expand and contract in all
directions things go pretty smoothly.The main goal is to be alert for tired or cold swimmers, a mission that
RangerMark fulfilled when he helped two swimmers out of the water.There is always room for improvement though,
and at 7:20am both swimmers and safety boaters can be a bit groggy and
sometimes information can go in one ear and out the other.LIke most endeavors that are worthwhile,
constant improvement is the goal.I have
some kayaking contacts out in the Bay Area that have safety boated the Alcatraz
swim as well as other ocean events and I hope to get some tips from them.While we don't have a 3 knot ebb tide like
they have in the bay, there are certain constants to the safety boating mission.
If any readers have any good suggestions or insights, please comment or email
me.As the swim grows larger, and it has
grown geometrically over the years, more experienced and organized safety boat
volunteers are a necessity.The Coast
Guard has a sizable presence as do the volunteers in the Coast Guard Auxiliary
and medical volunteers.Good
coordination and communication between all parties can make this an even more
fun and keep this very popular event safe and efficient as it grows.It's a great day on the water for everyone
involved in this cool community event and it can only get better.

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

I am way behind CNN, the AP,
Huffington Post, the New York Daily News, and the Daily Mail on this but I
thought the Wisconsin DNR's raid on the Society of St Francis no kill animal
shelter to corral and euthanize Giggles the fawn was worth a post.Unlike the Daily Mail, I'm not approaching
this on the 'Bambi tack', the anthropomorphic, isn't it cute, 'deer are people
too' style of moral outrage.Nope, what
this incident illustrates is an insane over reaction and over the top use of
the powers of the state to resolve a piddling incident that would have gone
away on it's own the very next day.With
all the budget cuts and understaffing, including cutting 32 more DNR jobs just
three months ago, an operation such as this just points out the lack of intelligent
prioritization in an increasing politicized state agency.

The short story on this incident
is that after receiving an anonymous tip that the St Francis animal shelter in
the Kenosha area had an illegal wild animal at it's facility, a combination of
aerial and ground surveillance determined that there was indeed a whitetail
deer fawn at the facility, a clear violation of state law.This evidence was presented to a judge who
issued a search warrant and this is when the fun began.A heavily armed contingent of 13 officers,
nine DNR and four deputies, raided the facility and detained the staff for a
couple hours.Drawers were rifled, cell
phones confiscated, and of course Giggles was located, tranquilized, tossed in
a body bag that one of the officers then tossed over his shoulder, to be offed
at a remote location. You can read the AP story or the Huffington Post for more details.

Several things leap out to a
person who is able to devote 60-90 seconds of thought to the problem.Why not call the shelter and see what they
have to say?Why use aerial assets when
a warden slinking along the fence actually saw the fawn, plenty of probably
cause for a search warrant?Why bother
with a search warrant in the first place when a DNR agent could just stroll up
to the office and say, "Hey, we have a report that you have a whitetail
fawn here.Is that true? Do you know its
a violation of Wisconsin law?" Another tactic would have been to wait 24
hours and the problem would have gone away.The fawn was scheduled to be shipped to an animal rehab shelter in
Illinois the very next day, a state where possession of a wild animal is not
illegal. And finally, why show up with thirteen armed agents?It's an animal shelter for God's sake, not a
Taliban stronghold.We are in the
process of adopting a new pup from the rescue shelter and none of the employees
look like ex members of the Crips of Bloods and none appeared to be
carrying.They actually seemed to be
mild mannered, caring people that were interested in animal welfare.

Once this whole international
shitstorm erupted, the really smart thing for the DNR to have done would have
been to put out a statement saying that they had screwed up, screwed up badly,
apologize, and state that they were looking at methods and policies to prevent
a reoccurrence.Instead they put out two
press releases on their Facebook page that attempt to justify the raid in one
of the lamest fashions imaginable.Shortly after the second one was issued the FB page was taken down.It has since been restored.

The Department of Natural
Resources in Wisconsin has had an image problem for years, some of it deserved
and much of it not.I just received my
Wisconsin Natural Resources magazine which had great articles on restoring
rivers and harbors, bringing back the sturgeon, and stories on a couple of our
outstanding state parks.We have plenty
of cops, how about focusing the agency on the real threats to our state?My friend from England, a police officer, was taken aback when I pointed out that we could be pulled over by a State
Trooper, county sheriff, city cop, park police, or even the tribal police. It
befuddled him how they could keep the jurisdictions straight.I am personally a hell of a lot more
concerned about them hauling all the sand in Chippewa County out to the Bakken
Field, GTAC leveling the Penokees, or even more closely monitoring the crap
that fouled the rivers and harbors described in the WNR mag article than I am
whether some animal shelter is a transit stop for a fawn.I would much rather have wardens monitoring
those areas, documenting violations that actually impact the public good, than
this stupid waste of resources, including court time, in Kenosha. Heck, they even wasted Gov. Walker and all of his cabinet secretary's time when he needs to stay focused on his nationally renowned job creation efforts. We had a conversation last week as we patched
up the BadHatter, who was attacked by a rogue kayak rudder on Miner's Beach. A
retired DNR professional in the group commented that he had a lot more training
on how to shoot people over the years than he did on patching them up.They hit the range far more frequently than
the CPR/First Aid classes, even though he had rendered first aid to a
significantly larger number of people than he had shot.When I worked in the DA's office in Eau
Claire about 40 years ago, the wardens were always the most interesting guys
that came by the office.Even though I
knew a few renegade game law violators that looked askance at the wardens, the
general perception was that they were there to help out.Even my buddy, SilenceOfTheLambChop up in Minocqua, is questioning his volunteer work for the loon project since it serves the same knuckleheads that bring you wolf hunting, bear hunting with dogs, and other shaky activities. We need to get back to that image of the DNR
warden and put an end to the stupidity and incredible waste of resources that
occurred in mid July down in Kenosha. Stop worrying about form and get dialed in on functional policies. The Giggles incident did not border on the ridiculous, it was well beyond the border.

Disclaimer: That is not Giggles
at the top of the post, it's a fawn that stopped and dropped on Lake O'Brien Rd
one evening as I was heading to camp. It
was motionless, accepted fawn procedure when encountering potential threats,
and I spotted mom about 30 yards in the woods watching anxiously. My guess is
that whoever picked up the 'abandoned' fawn had a freaked out mom watching
somewhere. Leave nature alone
people! If the fawn was abandoned it
would likely make a nutritious meal for a bear, coyote, or some other
predator. That's how nature works and
its worked pretty well over the millennia.

Also the heavily armed gentleman
in the images is not a member of the DNR or the Kenosha Sheriffs Dept.
either. It's No2 son on his all expenses
paid government sponsored trip to iraq in 2004.
Just wanted to clear that up.

The frac sand image was heisted off the web and shot by Jim Tittle for Midwest Energy News

Thursday, August 1, 2013

This
has to be the longest stretch that this site has gone without a new post since 2007
when I started writing it.A combination
of other work related writing and an almost unprecedented thirteen days away
from the desk had made me lazy and a bit preoccupied.I'm back.I find that being outdoors constantly dampens the urge to write while
sitting in front of a computer screen doing mundane, non writing related tasks
seems to fuel the urge.

My time off
was book ended by coaching at the Great Lakes Sea Kayak Symposium on the front
end and being coached by Turner Wilson and Cheri Perry on the back end.Both experiences provided excellent learning
opportunities and being on both sides of the kayak learning model helps with
both instructing and being instructed.The guiding aspect of sea kayaking is one that
I attempt to avoid but one that is expected of us on day one of the GLSKS.This year I drew the Spray Falls Adventure,
along with FivePieceRoy, MrEngineerGear, Marius, and Ray.The five of us had roughlyfifteen paddlers and the tour was indeed an
adventure.

The paddle
began off loading boats at one of the finest mosquito preserves on the UP, the
Beaver Bay campground.This years late,
wet summer has made mosquito breeding conditions absolutely perfect.The silver lining was that it sped up the
launch considerably.The route for the
tour is certainly an adventure.It
begins with a short paddle from a small bay through a channel and into Beaver
Lake is. A creek leaves Beaver Lake and flows a twisty, snaky 800 meters to
Lake Superior.At the end is a log jam
that requires a roughly 80 meter (16 rods for you BWCA fans) portage.It was a bit of a character check and
watching some folks help with four or five boats vs. others helping with zero
boats gave a pretty good indication of what to expect on the big lake.It was a rainy day, a deluge at times, and we could hear far off
thunder but had not seen any lightning flashes.Radar on the iPhone seemed to indicate the storm was over Grand Island and
moving off to the northeast, good news for us, bad news for the two Grand
Island tours, one of which waited three hours to launch.Our group paddled about a mile southwest along the
shore and stopped at the end of twelve mile beach, the last landing spot before
the cliffs, to evaluate the weather.Rain but no more rumbling helped us decide to paddle the two miles to the
falls.There were nooks and crannies to
play in and gulls and mergansers to entertain us, which tended to string out
the group, a situation that was not a problem on water as flat as a pancake and with five coaches.Then we saw the falls.

The same wet
weather that favored the mosquito community had increased the flow of the falls
to triple or quadruple its normal volume.A paddler could normally paddle under the flow and cool off but paddling
under this flow would result in an instantly snapped neck. I'm not sure what the cfs flow was but at 8#/gallon there were tons of water cascading off the cliff every second. This was bluntly pointed out to a couple of folks and
everyone kept back a decent distance.The amount of spray and velocity of the wind coming off the water column highlighted the force of the falls.We regrouped to head back to the creek mouth and things became strung
out again, bad if the lake was active but again, with five coaches spread
out and keeping contact with everyone it worked OK.After 'riding drag' as we paddled and pulled our boats back up the creek
to Beaver Lake, we encountered the southwest wind in the wake of the storm that
had nicked us. Our friends off Grand Island had a hell of a time getting back
with with gusts up to 30mph but fortunately minimal fetch.Some of our newer paddlers had a tough time
on the inland lake but we all managed to get to the small channel to the bay in good shape.

LIke real
estate values, the key to this tour was location, location, location. It was arguably the best tour choice of that stormy Thursday. One tour was called
off, a couple more delayed, and the Grand Island ones offered a bit more
challenge than some people had hoped for. Tow belts were indeed deployed. We missed the lightning and were in
the lee of the SW wind while on the big lake. It seemed that everyone had a
great experience as evidenced by the beer fueled conversations at the annual
Beers with Bill slide show.Other than a
bit of towing, all we guides had to do was paddle, chat, and keep our eyes
open.Like most of 'em, it was a good
day to be on thewater.

Gitchee Gumee guy

About Me

My folks took me to the north shore of Lake Superior for the first time when I was about 7 years old. Towering rock cliffs, ore freighters, crystal clear water that I couldn't see across and I was hooked. When I began sea kayaking Gitchee Gumee in 1997 I instinctively knew it was the perfect way to interact with the lake. I haven't looked back since.